Diana Gabaldon. Stranger (№ 395466)

I know, Claire, that there are things that you don't want to talk to me. Probably can't even talk about them.
"If you only knew how right you are", I thought.
- I'm never going to force you or insist to know about the things concerning you, - seriously said as he looked at his hands and clenched his hands. - There are things that I can't tell you, at least not yet. Not asking you about what you can't give me. I ask only one thing: let it be the truth that you will find it necessary to tell me. And I promise you the same thing. Between us now there's nothing but respect likely. And I think respect gives the place a secret, but not lies. Do you agree?
- Yes, I agree. I promise to be honest.